This is a song about "Dead babies"

And i know - there'll never be peace

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

Take you where you can't see black by k-ci forever my lady

Im washin off another plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

Babies are visible lets keep this visual before i'm become vengeful and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

So if you wanna leave

I don't really want no babies,

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy